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the river - skech185 lyrics

[intro * sample]
it is that task which i ask you to permit me to assay tonight
and to approach it from the point of view of what we usually call “the negro problem”
all so*called social problems tend to merge, they all have to do with human actions

[verses * skech 185]
i would’ve been a server at idlewild
refilling glasses as my racist credits chatter
matter of fact of your boot*strap folklore
glacing and [?]
yet your chauffeur has a green [?]
business men with the fur lynched
this is america
but it’s hunger pangs and overpowered plates
great america
for what it’s worth, take a path see the land
learn the town, sieze the plant
save america
great america
whole novels of nothin’
wrote to offer the guidance
there’s a war going on outside
you were born with your uniform in uterus, it’s awful
so here i am travelling land in overthought movements
speaking in a terse manner of our forefathers
there’s somethin’ in the water
screams sins of the daughters
please give me my marching orders
don’t have to wait to do it
the splashin’ sound like slave music
the moon’s acting like a condutor
the wind whispers “stay away”
the ripples look like a path
the river reads like a trap
the children stuck in the marsh
and they won’t give me they hands
they’re too scared of the land
they say “don’t take us back”
that prison had stars attached, i’m panicking
worried about the drowning
fighting to understand
“but the river! but the river!” ignored
read the between tides, floored
seeing it is a lie
does anyone else notice?
my shadow must be obstructive
plus the darkness blurs the focus
it must seem like i’m talking to myself
how long could i be talking to myself?
talk, lost the time locked in a loop
but i’m supposed to protect the youth
what do i lose if i lead them?
what do i do if they leave this?
clean clothes and some half*truths to believe in
scorched earth daily battles with only sweat to feed ’em
i walk back uphill in silence
crying, feeling like they already found their freedom
who am i to pick what they fight for, the refugees in our time?
you have to pass a bl**dy leaves to reach that shore
you have to survive a lot of ugly things to be that sure
when asked what the screaming was for, i replied i stepped in sh*t
the march continued as it always does
through the towns, the venues, the theaters, and clubs
forever westward as god intended

- skech185 lyrics

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